A lifestyle blog
Land’s End, Cornwall There is a lot of chatter in the press today about Land’s End and the arrival imminently of the Olympic Torch in Cornwall. This is where the real countdown to London 2012 begins for Britain. Until our recent trip to Trevella, near Newquay none of us had ever been to Land’s End before. I certainly hadn’t as I just thought it was the end of the
What a great theme this one is. A photo that shows our morning. So many I suspect will involve sleeping babies / warm duvets / snoring dogs things that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They are not my morning picture though. I could have photographed two sleeping cats or the Hoover I tripped over but they don’t really photograph very well. And if I photographed Mr
I was living in Saudi Arabia and the size of a house due to being pregnant with C. I had gestational diabetes and so it had been decided that I would have a C section in week 39. I was checked into the Royal Military Hospital, feeling like a fraud. I was neither of those things but my boss was both so pulled the odd string and I got
What does “a great view” mean to you? Is it a sunset? The waves crashing onto a beach? Snow capped peaks on the horizon? I don’t mean your favourite sight: sleeping babies / plates of amazing food / empty washing basked / the name of your football club at the top of the premier league table, but a view. A proper view. Mine is in London and it was
This is a guest blog post from Mr B Senior. Have to say that I agree: Reading the Times yesterday I came across an amazing piece headlined: “Domination by private schools is indefensible, declares Gove”. Allowing for the odd introduction of new words like “forbad” the old rag generally does a pretty good job in news reporting so I’ve got to assume that Gove is quoted with at least
You know, that thing over there. There. Look. On the right hand side. That badge with BiBs (Best in Breed Brilliance in Blogging) on it has been changed. I was shortlisted and I was thrilled. And chuffed to bits and happy to accept that it would go no further than that. The competition in the category was fierce and there was no way I would make it from there to
And so it seems the prediction I made late last year came true yesterday. Clinton Cards has gone into Administration. Or rather it seems, pushed into it by one of their largest suppliers. I am not surprised. I said that any of the High Street shops that just sold one thing would be in trouble. We, as shoppers, dont go to shops for one specific item anymore when we can
Next week my amazingly gorgeous C will be 18. I cannot believe that she will be 18 and all grown up and it got me thinking about when I was 18. I was fresh out of college having skipped A Levels and done a two year NNEB course to train as a nanny. It was the summer of 1987. “Bad” was a week away from being released and “I
We were thrilled to be invited to spend a weekend at Trevella Park in Cornwall. I have never stayed in a caravan park in the UK before so this was going to be an adventure. And as much as I fancied a teepee I also wanted my own loo so plumped for a “holiday home”. We arrived at 11pm and as promised we were in our home within minutes of
Yep, you read that right. Chicken Thing. You might know it as paprika chicken but in our house it is known as chicken thing. I am going to let you into a little family secret. This is one of our favourite recipes and if you have ever been invited for dinner at our house, you will have had this. And I am now about to blow it by
Right then, this weekend we are off to Cornwall and I have to say I cannot wait!! Thanks to the lovely people at Trevella Holiday park have invited us for the weekend to try out one of their Holiday Homes and to sample all that Cornwall has to offer. So I need you lovely people to tell me all there is to know about Cornwall please. I know about pasties
Tony I feel I have grown up with you. I remember listening to you when I was young, you and your dog Arnold. I remember you talking about your son Simon and how devastating your divorce was. Even though I was only eight I seem to remember thinking that it was all you talked about. I felt sorry for you that you were going through that (no wonder I became